MORENIKEJI Episode 2 – 3 by Amah’s Heart

MORENIKEJI Episode 2 by Amah’s Heart

I want a big party as i’m about to turn thirty. I wish there is a stable man around maybe I will be looking forward to receiving an engagement ring too.

I really want the man for me just like Dammi got her Chike and just like one of my friend who is already married now. We call her Uzo, she got married to Tobi. I heard that she is already pregnant and expecting her first child.

What is really happening to me, what kind of bad luck is this.

Who am I even fooling? There is no way I can possibly find a well to do guy that will fit into my description before 14th of next month.

I remember there was a time Dammi’s boyfriend took us out.
No, it was twice not once and it was one of the most amazing and expensive place on earth.

That was one of the time in my life I felt alive…so much alive.
A place were the big boys and pretty ladies hang out.
People like myself. They call it unique pleasure lounge and it feels like it’s name.

I know my pockets are running empty, I don’t have a car or wardrobes filled with expensive wears, bags or shoes.

My rent just expired last week and very soon that shrewd looking landlady will start knocking on my door to ask for her money.
I have many things on my sleeve combined with the fact that I’m going to be turning thirty by next month.

Is this life really worth living?
The more I struggle to get to the top the more I find myself still crawling on the bottom.

The top is still unrealistic and my mates are running ahead of me.

By weekend, I will gather up the little money I have at hand and go and call an Uber driver who will take me to unique pleasure lounge.
I want to chill out, hang out with those that matters.
Some celebrities are mostly seen hanging out with babes there.

Is a very lively place to be and I can’t be boring myself to death in this lone house.

I want to be seen in the cycle of the rich and famous, who knows…I might get lucky and a good looking man in face and pocket also outgoing gentle man may notice me.

And with this thought of mine I began counting days till weekend.
Thursday gradually came but instead of running fast the days became too slow.

I couldn’t do anything than to watch and wait.
Finally, Saturday arrived.
I waited for evening to come before getting ready.
The cloth I planned on wearing was already assembled on my mind, oh, the jewelries were top notch.
All gold and it will make me outstanding. All thanks to Lukemon.
the shoe and mini Dina luby bag that I bought expensive when I was dating Lukemon, the jewelry dealer.
I missed Lukemon.

Let me tell you a short story about Lukemon the fat nose.
He accused me of stealing some of his jewelry and I denied it. Because I wasn’t the one. I know I can be too forward but believe me when I say I didn’t do a thing.

I Know he gave me a lot of expensive things, including fine jewelries but I needed more.
I saw two beautiful one that I like so much.
I asked him to give me but he refused.
I kept pestering him for it but he still refused and gave his reason which I took and decide not to trouble him again.

I have made a joke to him earlier before the jewelries got missing.
I told him that if he doesn’t give them to me I may send a rat to sneak it away.

We both laugh over the joke.

I was surprised when he called me one faithful morning asking me to return the stolen items.
I told him I wasn’t the one but he didn’t believe me.
He even threaten to involve the police if I don’t return the missing expensive jewelries.

I wasn’t afraid of his threats. I asked him to go ahead because I was innocent.

I even told him to ask his staffs. Is probably one of them that took it or a customer but he insisted that I was the one.
Well, that was how we went separate ways.
He called me names like golddigger, a lying slot and many other horrifying name.

I was so pained that I received such insult from a man. The most painful part was mainly because I was innocent of the whole accusations.
If I have taken those items I wouldn’t have mind being called anything but I didn’t.

Well, I also gave him his own dose of medicine as a send off.
A whole load, well packaged insult I sent right after him.

I moved on with my Life.
After three months, he started calling to inform me that it was one of his staff that stole it.
He caught her on camera stealing and she confessed stealing the said jewelries that I was accused off.
He apologized and was ready to make it up to me.
You can’t insult me the way you did and expected me to return back to your arm.

I Know I have bills to pay and I know Lukemon will pamper me very well this time after My vindication.
But I still have my pride and dignity.
The way he insulted me is beyond repair and “I’m sorry” note that he was giving me can’t remedy the damages.

I told him that I had forgiven him and forgotten the whole chaotic drama but is actually a lie.
I might have forgiven but who will forget such a huge accusations that was labelled down your throat.

That was how the whole thing ended with Lukemon.
I had many gifts and jewelry during his regime and is still serving me and will continue to serve me until i have no use for it again.

I got ready as I planned. I made sure everything I wore was classy.
I took time to apply my makeup and arrange my hair.
I spray my Franklin perfume.
It has one of the nicest fragrance that I have ever come across.
It was a gift from one of my dear friend and ever since then I have been pinching it.
If I’m not going anywhere I won’t spray it at all and that was how it lasted for me till now.
The good part is that it last for so long on my body before fading off.

After spraying it, I checked the remaining one and it was remaining just small.
It pained me but I understand the part that it can’t last forever.

I checked myself all over again before leaving.
My Uber was already waiting outside as I stepped out.
Funny enough the Uber gave me a nice compliment on my looks and dressing.

As I arrived at the unique pleasure lounge, I noticed some guys standing beside their cars.
Either on phone, talking with a woman or with their follow guys.

I was happy that the Uber I took was neat and is a fine car.
They will probably assume is my car and my driver dropped me off which is not a bad assumption at all.

I can’t possibly dress up like I did, with my long heels and start jumping bike,
That will be too embarrassing.
I did what I feel is the best for me and I’m feeling very proud of myself.

I made sure that every step count as I launched my Gucci black bender eye shade on.
I can feel their eyes behind my back as I walked in majestically.

The place was a little crowded but I know I can not dress up like this and one rich and famous won’t notice me.

I sat at the bar side, opposite the bartender sipping my two shot of drink
Something I can afford. I don’t want to get my hopes high and get disappointed.
I’m not the only good looking lady sitting idle and waiting for a catch.

I have gotten my hopes high in two occasions, I don’t want to make it third.

I will just sit here and sip my drink slowly but with a pride like that of peacock as if I do not care about anybody.
Deep down I care and I’m praying to the God of luck to favor me with a good looking man. Both in looks and in pocket.
I will sit and pretend to be fine and act like I can buy the entire building with everyone in it.

Despite how classy I was looking, the only money with me is my transportation back home just in case my whole plans fails.
It happens but I’m hoping that I will not return home the same way I left.
I hope God will be kind enough to listen.

I want a fine looking man like Chike.
But where are the men I dressed to kill for?
Why are they not approaching me and checking me out.
Wait a minute, did they think I came with a man or maybe I have a boyfriend?

Why am I still sitting alone with this single drink when I should be taking like four to six shots by now with the way I look.

“Hellooooo beauty…”

Oh thanks goodness! somebody finally got the courage to approach me.
I will pretend like I did not hear him or even know that he was standing beside me with the finest cologne ever.

“Pretty lady, is the sit beside you vacant…can I join you?

He said again while moving closer.

Why does he sound familiar.
What do I care, let me just check out his looks before asking him to siiii….

“Chike!!

As I looked up from my high sit, I almost screamed out my shock.
I thanks the universe that I didn’t fall off from my chair.
Lo and behold it was the devil himself.
Yes, Chike. It was Chike… Dammi’s man.

He was looking lavishing and I couldn’t help but stare with pleasure.
He was smiling from ear to ear as he took a seat beside me.

“Nike..I sighted you from a distance and knew you are the one. You are looking good babe. What are you doing here all by yourself…?

Could this be a mere coincidence?
I thought within myself.

Oh mine!
Could this be my own Chike in a familiar body or is it Dammi’s Chike?

MORENIKEJI Episode 3 by Amah’s Heart

“… then I asked her what type she wanted, did you know her answer?

I chuckled before replying.

“A big and beautiful wedding, with a top notch decoration and breathtaking well designed cake, a long flora kinda wedding gown with veil and a beautiful line of bridesmaids… the list goes on…..???

He gulped down a shot and said.

“Wrong…. wrong… wrong. Your friend wanted something simple with few family members and friends. She said all this things you mentioned are extravagant, unnecessary spending. she said there’s life after wedding and she doesn’t want me pouring in money into our wedding just to please her when we still have a future. My wife to be said she understand what it feels like to be broke and poor and she doesn’t want to ever go back there…

“Is she insane….?

I said with anger forming on my chest.
Chike looked at me surprised.

“….I mean, how can she chose something simple for a whole wedding. Doesn’t she realize that wedding is a lifetime thing? Once in a lifetime… except she want to do it twice…

I quickly retract my words.

“…Well, God forbids it. But I expected Dammi to want more than what you just mentioned. Those are poverty mentality and she need to let go of such mindset that has clouded her…

I said more calmly as I also drank from my cup of wine that Chike specially ordered for me after asking me my brand.

“Is her choice Nik. I respect my woman and every choice she’s makes. your friend is very loving and understanding too. One of the few qualities I admire in a woman. That’s why I call her “Damiluv” she completes me and doesn’t care if I have or I don’t. She sometime uses her own money without waiting for me to do stuff that supposed to be my responsibility and when I want to pay her back she will refuse…

I was already sick and tired of the whole
“good girl” talk about Dammi. I wanted a change of topic.

Maybe he should also talk about me. He should at least admire my bag, my cloth, shoe and even makeup.
I didn’t dress up in vain. I want showers of praises and many more too.

If Dammi was all what he said she was what is he doing here all by himself.
Could it be he is cheating on Dammi, his down to earth good wife to be?

Hehehehe…I will have a good long laugh if it happens to be true.

Who does he even think he is? Pestering my innocent ears with his “Damiluv”
I know no matter how good a lady is to a man, they will still find reason to cheat.

“So… what are you doing here Nik… alone?

He finally asked.
There is a way he calls me that makes me feel good within myself.

“Just came to chill out. I love this arena, it appeals to me and I enjoy chilling out in a place like this especially weekends. Or can’t a lady take herself out? Chike, maybe you don’t know me enough but the truth is that my happiness does not centre around men. I sometimes give myself a treat and buy gifts for myself. Anything that makes me happy…I do it. Is called self worth… or whatever you may want to call it. So… what are you also doing here… alone without Dammi? Don’t tell me that you sneak out of the house to chill here and admire other fine ladies…?

He laughed out hard before saying.

“As matter of fact I’m not alone. My friends are over at one corner. When I sighted you I excused myself and came over. Since you are Dammi’s friend it also makes you my friend. Dammi is not living with me. She will move in fully after we’re married. She is over at her elder brother’s place helping his wife with their new born. I called her before leaving and she was okay with it. If she wasn’t I could have stayed back. That’s by the way. will you like to meet my friends?

I don’t want to sound enthusiastic even though all I wanted to do was to jump at the offer.

Maybe I will get to meet a well to do guy who won’t stop admiring me and wanting to die for me.
Chike was boring me with his Dammi talk.

“Aaah…sure.

He paid for the drink before standing to his feet.
He was all gentle man like as he took my hands into his and led me over to a table where two guys and a lady were sitting.

“Hey guys… this is Nike. Dammi’s friend.

I flashed them a catchy smile as I sat beside Chike and a lone guy.

One of the guys sitting very close to the lady was okay appearance wise but his attention was more on the lady than on me.
The lady was looking all natural except for the red lipstick and a neatly carved eyebrow.
Despite her simple look she was still beautiful.
The guy gentle caressed her shoulder in a very loving way.
I felt bad inwardly because I suppose to be the centre of attraction.

The second guy was all cool and quiet. He was drinking a fruity Chapman.
He was good looking but he seems distracted and wasn’t giving me enough admiration like I expected.
How can he be taking a fruity drink in a place like this. Who does that?
He must be one of those friend that try to tag along. They want to feel belong and are mostly found in the means of the rich and famous.
They don’t have anything to boast off except their rich friends.
He looks very ordinary and I don’t want such kind of man admiring me before he will start begging me for a pocket money.

“Nike meet my friends. This is Kwame, he’s a Ghanaian but he’s fiance is a Nigerian from the North. Her name is Mariam. And this is Philip…we call him Phil.

After exchanging pleasantry, I settled in immediately.
I drank whatever they offer and ate whatever is on the table.
I’m not the shy type, I can’t even remember the last time I was shy in front of a guy.
I’m easy going and a happy soul.

My brain was still intact as I try not to over do it or mess up myself because I see free drinks and small chops.

I started feeling tipsy, my head was swinging and my eyes were still at alert. My head felt heavy.

Chike raised a general topic, Kwame and his girlfriend were very interactive except for that odd guy that they call Phil.
He doesn’t talk much
He smiles when necessary and refocused.
He will drop one or two line of sentences and go mute.
This type of man is a “joy killer”.
I pity his girlfriend, if he even have one.

The evening was going on fine before Chike checked his phone and screamed in shock.

“7 missed calls. I don’t know that my phone was ringing all this while. My woman have been calling. She must be worried sick. Guys I need to head home now… Nike how will you go? Do you care to join me or you want to take an Uber home..?

I gulped down the last drink in front of me and poured the remaining one into my cup.
I drank deeply before setting it down.

“I think you have had enough!

The voice wasn’t Chike’s voice. It was that weirdo that was trying to control what I do with my life.

“The last time I checked, is none of your business. Focus on your stupid fruit juice and leave me the hell alone…

I said all this without blinking.
My breath smells like alcohol.
Deep down I know I have had too much to drink already but I don’t need him or anyone reminding me of what I already know.

“Nik… Nike… easy please. I don’t think Phil meant any harm with his words. He is only looking out for you like a friend will do.

“He’s not my friend and secondly I’m an adult Chike, I Know the level of liquor I can take and get intoxicated. I don’t need him nor anyone to remind me about that. Beside, I’m not his problem. Since he feels comfortable with juicy drink why is he putting eyes in my alcohol? Is his sister or girlfriend if he even have one that he can order around not somebody like me…

I retorted in defence.

I thought the young man was going to feel humiliated and leave me alone but it seems I just reawaken him.

“Adult… wait a sec so you know that you an adult yet behaving like a child? Psssstty! give me a break with those long unintelligent lectures of yours. you are obviously embarrassing yourself…

I dropped the remaining drink I was having and focus on him.

Just when I was about to return back the insult Chike and his Ghana friend spoilt the show.

Chike gently pulled me away and I almost fell down at the process because my legs were shaking and couldn’t stand still.
I have had too much to drink quiet alright but I don’t want anybody telling me, most especially not Phil or whatever is his name.

As I staggered a little Chike caught me up. My makeup and lipstick cleaned in his white shirt.

He didn’t really pay attention to the stains as he led me outside.

“Nike, you have had too much to drink. I can’t possibly leave you like this. Dammi sent a message that I should come over to her brother’s place and pick her. I thought I was going straight home, I could have drop you off Nik. Let me check on my guys if anyone is going your direction.

I quickly became humble but I can feel my eyes closing and opening.
I felt like lying down there and dozing off.
I don’t even mind if anyone was staring or not.
I saw a very comfortable fine car beside Chike’s own and relaxed on it’s bonnet while waiting for Chike.

This is not how I planned my evening to go.
I was hoping if Chike drops me he may even find small money for me but all my plans are scattered.
Everything is ruined.
I relaxed back, my eyes were closing gradually.

I can see Chike arguing with his wide mouth, juice drinker of a friend. Phil was shaking his head and saying no to whatever Chike was asking of him before my eyes finally closed up.

Somebody tapped me gently.
I sat up and there he was.

“Miss adult, get off from my car before you damage something. Chike begged me to drop you off. He’s off to pick his woman. As much as I hate this but I will do it for the sake of Chike. Come… let’s go, is already late…so stop wasting time “Ms adult…”

What an insult to my personality.
I tried to act like a lady as I went into the car.
He didn’t even bother to hold the car door for me.

At this point, even if the devil offered to drop me off I will accept.
I don’t have much choice and this broke looking guy doesn’t have anything to offer me.
Why did I even drank so much?
If not for the alcohol and the way I feel I will never have accepted any help from a church rat like Philip.
I wanted Chike or somebody as rich as Chike not this broke small boy.

He is even a common driver or Uber rider. Using another person’s car to cruise.
I wish it was Chike.
All my whole packaging couldn’t even attract a reasonable guy that will take me home. I ended up with a loser like Phil.
“A common driver, aah…Morenikeji, you have suffered”
I said to myself silently.

All hope is not lost. Let me keep my fingers crossed as I looked forward to a well to do man like Chike not somebody like Phil who is probably an errand boy trying to feel among and even claiming this fine expensive porch car as his.

I will relax back like a Queen and give him direction to my house, after all he’s just a common driver.

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